Mr. Sandman, send me a dream, ta da da da…..Seventeen year old Chasity Blake knows the Sandman is just a silly children’s story parents tell their children to get them to sleep. At least she thought it was, until the day a mysterious, light golden sand appeared in her hands during a high school prank that went horribly wrong. A sand that has the power to send anyone it touches into a deep, sound sleep.

Fearing she had lost her mind, Chasity soon discovers the shocking truth of her heritage- she is a DreamCaster. Chasity was never supposed to be raised on the Domain, or what humans call Earth and she is forced to return to her true birth place, Revera – the world of Dreams.

However, in Revera there is no balance between good, the Light Casters, and darkness, the Shadow Casters, and Chasity is caught square in the middle. She soon learns that there is no place for anyone containing both the light and the darkness within them, and the shocking truth that if anyone in Revera ever discovered her shadow self, Chasity would be thrown into the Oblivion – the world of Nightmares.

Dreams are always more than they seem, and this time Chasity is going to discover just how different they can be.

EXCERPT

“That’s a lie, Chas,” Taylor said. “Seriously, you really expect people
to buy that. I know what the guys in the locker rooms are saying. I’d never be
with someone like you.”

Clare gloated as she looked with admiration at Taylor and the entire
group laughed.

“Yes, Chas, why didn’t we ever get to see some of the action the
baseball team got.” The blond guy with the dark eyes was inches from me,
tugging at my tutu.

“I don’t know Jake,” I slapped his hand away, “probably because you’ve
taken too many hits on the football field and can’t even multiply two and two
anymore.”

Jake laughed.

Suddenly, I was shoved from behind, and I stumbled forward. My backpack
flew from my shoulder and fell hard on the road. I got up and when I turned
around, Clare’s face was inches from mine. “So what, the guys are below your
standard, is that it?”

“Yes,” I said. “It’s exactly that. I’ve been trying to tell you that,
but for some reason it doesn’t want to sink into that closed mind of yours.”

“Stop saying that. I’m not stupid,” Clare yelled and shoved me again.

“Than what are we doing, Clare,” I yelled back. “We’ve been friends for
ten years, ten years and you go and believe biceps and abs.”

Clare shook her head with her arms folded across her chest and looked
the other way.

“I would never do that to you, but it doesn’t matter what I say, your
mind was made up the minute that idiot felt like a rat and crawled back to
you.”

“That is not what you said that night at the party.” Taylor had that
smirk plastered on his face. “The night you decided to try and have all this.”
His hands ran up and down his body as if we needed direction.

“Seriously,” I started to laugh. “It just shows you how well you really
knew me if you think I was going to fell for a tool like you. Screw you,
asshole.”

“In your dreams.”

“Lame comeback,” I said as I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and
walked on.

As I started to walk, it seemed like today might just be my lucky day,
that they were going to leave me alone and let me pass, but as I walked past
the second tree, Derek and Jake, both linemen, blocked my view.

My heart beat slightly rose but now wasn’t the time to show them a hint
of fear. They were like a pack of wolves, looked like animals and thrived on
fear. “Get out of my way Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum.”

They laughed. “Make us,” Derek sneered. Now I’d heard some rumors about
him, and none of them were any good. Stealing his mother’s pills and drugging
girls to have his way with them was the highest on that list.

“C’mon guys, let the skank go,” Clare said.

“They won’t do anything, sweetheart. They are just messing with her a
bit,” Taylor said softly but not softly enough. I could hear the giggling
coming from Clare. How could she enjoy
this so much?

Derek and Jake started circling me as if I was a piece of meat. I closed
my eyes as my heart started to thump inside my chest. Run and their fun would
begin, and I was no animal.

I opened my eyes and more members of the team joined in. Some of these
guys had really been my friends, or so I’d thought. One of Derek’s wing men,
Mark, a guy with really short hair that looked like he had giant’s DNA flowing
through his vanes, came close and sniffed my hair like someone that had to be
locked up. I turned around and glared at him. He just laughed and backed a bit
off.

“That is enough!” Nichole finally said as she put her magazine down and
came closer.

Tommy, a red head who was an extra on the football team, grabbed her.

“Let me go, you idiot,” Nichole yelled at him and he laughed. “Clare,
make them stop for crying out loud. It is Chasity.”

“Good, maybe it will teach her to stay away from her best friend’s
boyfriends.”

“She didn’t do it,” Nichole said. “Taylor is a douche.”

“Stay out of this Nicole!” Taylor yelled. “Before I tell Clare about
your little schemes.”

“What schemes?” Clare asked, but I blocked out the rest as the ogres
were really starting to freak me out. Would they really do that, and if they
did, would Clare and Nichole really watch as they took their turns?

“Ooh, look, I wonder what the little ballet princess is hiding
underneath those slacks of hers.” Derek touched the hem of my slacks. I slapped
his hand hard, and more of the guys started to touch me.

“Get the hell away from me.”

“Clare, make them stop!” Nicole yelled again.

“No, she deserves it.”

Those words angered me as my heartbeat fast. I thought I was close to
passing out as my head started to spin, instead I felt a lose, soft grit inside
my hand, and there was a lot of it. As I rolled the material around my fingers,
it felt as if the entire world stopped for a second, or just slowed down.

I could smell Derek’s smoke breath close to me, it stunk and I felt the
soft warm breath of Sam, another idiot on my face.

Adrienne Woods was born and raised in South Africa, where she still lives with her husband and two beautiful little girls. She always knew she was going to be a writer, but it only started to really happen about four years ago. In her free time―if she gets any because moms don’t really have free time―she loves to spend it with friends, whether it’s a girls night out, or just watching a movie. She’s a very chilled person. Her writing career started with Firebolt, book one in the Dragonian series. There will be four books in total, including a further two to three books, which will be stories that take place within the Dragonian series. Her other series, DreamCasters, will be released mid 2015. She also writes in different genres, and her woman’s fiction, The Pregnancy Diaries, will be published under a pseudonym. And then, she has a paranormal series by the name of the Aswang series, which will consist of about ten novels. And if that wasn’t enough, there is another series, Guardians of Monsters, which will be released in 2016.

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I live in beautiful Durban, South Africa. My love for writing started in the 5th grade but I've only now had the time and patience to complete my first novel. I wish to continue for many years, even when I have retired to a tiny lake-side cottage in the mountains somewhere :)